There?s a place where i like to go When i got no food or i got no shelter It?s a house where i can get away For maybee 3 days To get off the drink
I started watchin? them all down the line Keep steppin? and rejectin? all the time They try to pull me in Can?t let that happen again They try to
red and white stripes flying White for skin and red for dying Why can?t i walk on through And not feel like one is in hell We don?t need no water Let
War between races War between lies War between something that was deep inside You was wrong all along I was right you lied U to the n to the ity
got no freedom Little deamon gonna hide inside she?s gotta feed them How was i i to know That girl could take my heart everywhere she go Everywhere, everywhere she go
Ghetto box talkin' (attack on the back streets) Cocaine's walkin' (attack on the back streets) Tonite everybody's talkin' (attack on the back streets
I went to Mary Far to, too long Jubilee was cold as fuck Why do they make it that cold Stand aside while she picked me for you for the time you
they?re using What about the kids that don?t matter What about a genaral strike You don?t know what it?s like Whats it?s like what it?s like... What
I was "nock shock nock nock down" to my knees Same thing for my duty quiz Gunshot! Gunshot! Gunshot through my heart Sometimes there are guys who can deal with me Everything's
Bloody thursday was july 6th the pigs killed 3 workers harry bridges grabbed the mic The city shut down july 6th the workers outrage it was a general
life and thought handled it Let the dying shorten this Rythmmmm!!! Let's Go! Where the shores are green Let's Go! Where the Music's loud Let's Go!
Midnight I know where i am Thats right I know where im going Shut down Vacant city ghost town Tensions rising Kick kick kick the door in Lock
make a move then you better come in It's just the ability to reason that wears so thin If you wanna make a move then you better come in It's just the
You don?t know my name man you don?t know my name Paint a number on my head work me ?til im dead I can?t believe i?ve wasted all these years i?ve tasted
Come into the union district drive down on sharmon palms white ghettos paint a picture broken homes and broken bones i was so full of scotch i could
to go out and find love of another kind Here it is Here i am Turn it up fuckin? loud Radio, Radio, Radio... When i got the music i got a place to go
There?s a neighborhood called blackhwk where all the rich people hide I was down on my luck working for the salvation army The shelter is where i reside
it Put the gun to the dome no question Now the holy ghost in queston what about the banks When they say go Standing at the top and can?t let go
